I would hope for horseradish.

Welp, just pooped, so that will help with the weigh in at the doctor's office today. Probably the only good thing.

Went to bed early and slept more than usual, and my body says I need even more of that. Not enough coffee to cope today, I think.

Three nudibranches with green leaves protruding from their bodies that photosynthesize, Their faces are white and look like Shawn the sheep with purple ears.

My favorite are the sheep.

Pitcher plants and their relatives are highly smuggled. They could use your knowledge to bring people to justice.

The late sweetheart was a better functioning alcoholic than these bozos. Even with the dementia.

For me, it's the mood swings of the weather, nice then snow. Plus tree sex. It looks nice! It's painful! It's chaos! How am I supposed to react?

My lower back.

Today was the first time I have been to the dentist in decades without the accompanying panic attack. Maybe it was helping someone else through their panic attack. Maybe it was therapy & Xanax. I'll take the win.

Think. Recognize I'm doing it wrong. Ergonomics of padding. Timers to remind to reset. Because I'm arguing with my lower back.

Agreed.

I am delighted that our clinic offers group therapy so clients can meet others and not feel alone, which is important in our rural backwater.

I knit the bucket list. I knit *a lot* of quivik and silk. Then I needed long gradients to watch the color change. But I couldn't do complicated. I still can't.

Not everyone know how to sew a button on. It's a dying art.

I predict they will be more likely to ban women from having driving licenses.

Exactly. Which is why I cannot in good conscience say this belongs in the Tingleverse.

I love and respect Mr. Tingle.

If the doc gets too badly on my butt, I'm going to demand something for cortisol poisoning, but she'll probably refer me to my therapist.

It's certainly Tingle might support, but some of the consent is debatable. There's some kidnapping and love potions. But it's a lot of body positivity and openness to alternative lifestyles.

There is still snow, but I've put the puffy coat away, dammit.

I drank deep.

I has a deep sad.

But it's all Chik-fil-a now. Fin.

The non Potter books were just awful. I tried reading a few of her mysteries and returned to library.

Oh yes, the clothing was definitely cheaply made at bougie prices. That's why I never bought that stuff. I liked the every flavor beans and Polly Pocket hogwarts. I've got boxed dolls. I wanted stuffies & wands.

I need to drop 20. (More really) But I'm lucky to maintain. I know it's the goddamn cortisol, because I've watched my hands shake with the anxiety. Doc would be happy to keep prescribing the Xanax, but I don't want that either.

I've got some merch still in box. I am not sure what to do with it. Likely to just throw it out.

And can we put Trump there.

If ever I'm on the west coast, I'm going to pee on it. I'll wear a skirt for the privilege.

Correction. Yeeted a love potion at a werewolf. Ducking autocarrot. The other book not mentioned is that time i got drunk and saved a human.

I am definitely keeping this one. I recommend it, if any of the above appeal to you.

I laughed very hard in the Church of Steamboat Willie.

Which has been named Waffles, by the way.